Ending Time

Moon drops at midnight And I know it's so much longer This is the season of the broken laugh And wistful eyes wandering up and down silvery sidewalks This is the time of the year That isn't ever supposed to end Like the time you remembered your name In the middle of a rainstorm But they're so fleeting So helplessly fleeting Fighting, and fingering, and floating Straight out of my arms This is the time When you turn away And walk down the shadowy sidewalk As a reply to a question I forgot to ask This is the ending time The ending time The moment you reach the front of the line It's these sudden strolls These shallow pathways that lead us to To the yesterday that gains some sense at last It's the love on your lips fighting the wince on your face It's these late night obvious goodbyes that make me so shy The deliberate musings that burn my skin It's also lasting, so lasting This room and this taste And the grass clinging to my clothes This time, it won't end Though it wants to And it begs the aching trees That we find ourselves in just one more lasting season Of heartbreaking walks down, swollen streets once more Don't leave It's these shallow pathways That lead us to yesterday Once more, and I won't tell a soul It's a way to lonely leaves and the slamming of car doors Of a memory escaping these fumbling fingertips It's time to blow a kiss goodnight to lying side by side Damp bodies smiling at stars And a field of broken glass and lip stains It's at these sweet seconds I'm able to stoop down, catch my breath And stare at you directly in the face